I come alone
Watch you come alone
Much better on our own
Right here sucking on our bones
You faked your time
But baby I did mine
So you stayed behind and watched me cross the line
Corrupt your body, baby
The dead body of Christ
You're second last to nowhere
But I guess that's alright
You track the days that tracked your veins
In u-turn — your tires burn
Of many shapes, in many places
It's leaving marks, it's leaving traces
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